Team Mission 01: Generational Divide [Group Mod] [F]

[Caramell 🍬]

An evil mastermind sometimes needed to improvise along the way. Silas seemed the perfect companion, able to don the ape suit and dance around like a fool for this ‘tourist’ who applauded his faux pas attempt at being an exterminator. Were wild hares and wandering primates that much of a mischief for the inhabitants of the local city that they had absolutely no way to handle them under normal means?

Caribes assumed Delores lacked any Pokemon of her own, or only kept with her companion Pokemon who’s leveling, and moves were of little consequence to the old hag. They could hear Delores prattling on in the other room, carrying on a one-sided conversation in a long-winded speech, and couldn’t help but silently chuckle inside of their head. Surely, if there was a limit to the amount of Tauros dung Silas could take when it wasn’t just dealing with hostile opponents, Delores must be finding the end of said rope about now.

They turned instead and slipped further inside of the house, sneaking down the long hallway into one of the passing rooms. Most of the crates they cracked open were useless, housing only old bills and forgotten paperwork. Some of them were shiny pieces of legally binding ink on simply manila or white background – deeds to several houses in other regions, and titles to some pretty fancy cars.

Caribes quickly folded more than a few up and stuffed them away. What importance could they have if they lacked the tools to have it switched over or obtain ownership themselves? That was quite a mystery indeed, and something they might bring up to Silas as a way to pass the time after they’d managed to pilfer this elusive ‘Mitzi’ that the vague note commanded they apprehend. It was just as easy to burn the scrap pieces of paper, and cost Caribes nearly nothing to snatch them up.

Moreb pests were lurking about in this massive maze of a house, with trinkets littering the walls. Something finally caught their eye, causing Caribes to kneel down and take a better look. It was a large safe, nearly the size of a small child, hidden under a pile of old clothing that must have been previously worn but never washed. The smell was… definitely something. Whatever this beaut housed must have been worth it’s weight in gold if it was locked up and some literal deeds and titles were not. They leaned close, pulling out a small stethoscope, and listened.

What would they find in this literal treasure trove, though?


OOC: Caribes and Silas aren't in the same area and Delores shouldn't know about Caribes yet. (?) So Caribes is sneaking off to a room and has located a safe. Letting a mod decide if they wanna say what Caribes actually 'finds' in the safe. x3

^{Words: 426 | Caribes - Orla}

[Pixel]

Silas nodded along as Delores ranted and rambled about her situation and the pests and how back in her day, blah, blah, blah, old people nonsense. He was in. Sure, getting in was the easy part of this whole operation, but it had been surprisingly challenging getting this far. Silas thought about the city worker and the strange girl that had interfered on their way here. Delores had thus far proven the most normal out of the lot, though normal might be stretching the truth of things. 

Violet eyes scanned the walls and took note of the doors and furniture as he was lead inside. The place screamed, as the kids would say, 'grandma-core'. Outdated wallpaper covered the walls and clashed with the worn carpet and the many faded rugs tossed over top. The lighting in here was a bit dim and yellowed, warm and a bit suffocating in hallways that felt too narrow. Perhaps at one point it might have been roomy when traversing from one side of the house to the other, but a lifetime of collecting clutter meant that the walls were lined with knickknacks, photos and paintings that Delores procured over the years. 

Silas paused to examine an especially ornate frame at one point, searching for an inscription of some kind to indicate its maker. The painting itself was nondescript—just a girl in a blue sundress in a park holding an umbrella while pokemon played in the background. A flickering sconce drew his attention away and back down the hall where Delores was leading the way to thus attic supposedly full of pests.

He just nodded along as she talked, every so often politely assuring her that they could handle things. He would happily do an examine of her attic and report to her what his company could do for her to prevent further pest invasions.

Though when the attic opened and he was hit in the face with a cloud of dust, he had to scowl just a bit. Erk. This would be...gross, for a lack of a better word. But he plastered on a friendly smile, "I will eliminate your current pest problem, no worries, ma'am." He knew his companion was elsewhere in the house. They were far away from windows, and whatever was lounging on the couch...perhaps now was a good time to start...disabling the lady from further interference. 

He wiggled a finger at his side. A cue for Scout. The little chimecho floated up behind Delores and YAAAAWNED. Silas cover his mouth and feigned yawning as well, to cover up the sound. "Pardon me. Just that time of the day, I suppose. Speaking of which, while I handle this, perhaps you would like to sit down for a bit? If you tend to sleep around this time of day, I don't want to impose..." Go to sleep. NOW. That way he could raid the attic in peace and look for this 'Mitzy' thing. Whatever it might be.

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Word Count: 496 (+400) | OOC:

Encounter please!

Reminder that we both just have a single pokemon in this thread (Chimecho and Bombirdier)

MOD NOTE: Silas and Caribes are on a TR mission looking for 'Mitzy' in Delores' house. Neither know what Mitzy is. It is left to mod discretion if it is a pokemon or an item or even valuable at all! Mitzy could be a painting, a dress or a favorite cookie recipe. Sky is the limit.

[Tiki]

A pair of dark eyes cooed at the strange intruder, whose blood were running warmer than the old lady whose knees weren't good to run downstairs. Usually, the pests living up in here would coward and hide in fear from this fearsome Pokemon, unless they wanted to be prey. It became alerted from the humans' movement, and remained silent for now. When the human pulled out some strange contraption to listen to the safe, the creature laughed inside its head. It had seen the safe opened before, and the last time it was twenty six full moons ago, when Delores's younger looking children helped her opened it. Next to them was a sharp dressed man as well, probably a lawyer. They put in some papers in there, very important ones. If this stranger were to open the safe, he would find an envelope for the Will, Birth Certificate, her husband's death certificate, her previous husband's death certificate, a collar tag of her previous deceased Pokemon, and an old softened Pokemon toy that likely still had dried saliva on it.

If the human had another Pokemon on him, or something sensed the observing Noctowl, the nocturnal avian would not mind to reveal itself to protect its home. The upstairs of a home was much more safer and comfortable than the outdoors where a sandstorm could happen, and not to mention free air conditioning and lack of Mankey trying to fight your children.

However, the Noctowl wasn't alone in the house either. Delores's most treasured kitty, a now fully grown Purugly that was adopted from basically the street. The Purugly was a Glameow who lived next door in the yard of an unsold home for several months, until one fateful day the two met as the feline was familiar with Delores's scent. It took some time for the unsold home to be sold after the untimely death of a trainer at the hands of a poison type Pokemon, and the price tag was a little above a lot of people's capacity. However, once the Glameow spent another week or two or three to warm up to the aging old lady, the normal type took the chance to join her home, back when she was able to bend down and prune the garden of roses and boxwood bushes.

Sensing that its kind loving woman had fallen asleep from the effect of a Pokemon, the Purguly sprung into action and prepared itself. It purred menacingly, "How dare you put my mama to sleep before her bed time? I had two hours until my feeding time!"

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Insomina (Level 20) Noctowl: Reflect, Confusion, Night Shade ^EM, Peck
Own Tempo (Level 17) Purugly: Fake Out, Hypnosis, Growl, Aerial Ace

SPOILER: Click to show

Is Mitzy in the safe? 1 is yes tFUA7UUqp_1-2

Mitzy is a:
1- clothing
2- jewelry
3- normal recipe
4- abnormal recipe
5- toy
6- furniture
7- decor
8- location
9- pop culture object
10- an actual pokemon
11- art
12- secret document that the world should not know
p_1-12
Note: Can be further broken down into categories for another decisive rolling

OOC: Don't know if you want to reveal what Mitzy is yet, but using an RNG for this post. It could be thrown out until it's the post for reveal.
After this double battle, an actual battle with the "pest" could be possible, as an idea.

since they're spatially in two different spot, we could do like two separate 1 vs 1
like Noctowl vs bombardier and Purugly vs chimecho. or a double battle
if other mods find this post hard to mod then I can take over for the battle.
(will take suggestions and input in PM though lol)1-2·1-12

[Caramell 🍬]

Caribes remained several rooms away from Silas, who wandered up into the attic with Delores’ help. Though Silas’ trek was an unknown venture to Caribes, they had their hands full rummaging throughout the house. They only needed to find whatever this strange Mitzi was and sneak back out of the house. Nothing more or less was necessary, even if that seemed an easier feat to manage as a statement than as an action. Caribes managed to open the safe in the room up and grimaced at the mostly useless items they found encased inside, tossing the nearly useless death certificates to the side.

But what was this…? Caribes plucked a will out from the debris and dusted it off, leaning closely to read the details. They folded it up and pressed it into one of their back pockets quietly, a wide smirk covering their face. Perhaps, it would prove useless in the end. Especially if it couldn’t be easily remastered to will her belongings over to their criminal organization without raising a few too many eyebrows along the way. However, having the scrap paper with them couldn’t have been too horrible an idea, either.

Raising themselves back up and dusting off their clothes, Caribes left the room and roamed further down the hallway to another room. This one was definitely the main sleeping quarters for the elderly woman. Large dressers stood along the walls with a master bed propped against a large window, whose thick black curtains were drawn over to keep all of the outside light from spilling into the room. On top of one of the dressers was a large jewelry chest with several rings and bracelets scattered about. Now, that was bound to bring in some value!

Caribes walked over curiously and quietly dumped all of the contents of the jewelry box onto the bed. They were only after the real gems buried in the wreck. Glittering diamonds fixed on golden rings, sterling silver bracelets with antique charms dangling from their chains, and precious stones whose rarity left some to debate online whether there was any left to harvest or not. Several of these would easily slide into their pockets. When Caribes pulled themselves out of the room to roam the hallways once more, they’d catch the sight of the stairs leading up into the attic – and a sleeping woman not too far away.

“You’re managing well for yourself, huh?” Caribes asked with a wide smirk. They then turned to the sight of the two Pokemon who seemed to be almost guards for the area. Another battle with the wild critters that Delores seemed to almost idolize for herself? Caribes grumbled underneath their throat, eyes harshly glaring at the creatures before them. “Fagin, get here now! Throw whatever you can find at these fools!” The bird would do exactly as instructed, collecting any heavy or sharp objects in his long ‘pouch’ to try and hurl after the large owl.


OOC: We each only have the 1 Pokemon in this thread. This will be a fun struggle for our guys. ^^ Fagin uses "Rock" Throw on Noctowl.

^{Words: 494 | Caribes - Orla}

[Pixel]

After getting yawned, the old woman started to slur and stumble mid-ramble. Silas caught her as she swooned so she didn't bash her head on the walls or knock anything onto the floor. He swiftly patted down her pockets, looking for a wallet. He didn't find one, but on her wrist was a sparkling bracelet and on her hands a few rings. Those were easy choices to slip into his pockets. He propped her against the wall and got out a handkerchief to gag her should she wake, and he began to zip tie her hands and ankles. There, that should prevent any frantic shouting or calls to the police.

He turned and started to examine the frame he saw earlier, lifting it up and trying to see if Mitzy was a painter of some kind. There were a LOT of photos and portraits. He might be here a while. Silas could distantly hear Caribes shuffling around, likely pocketing valuables as well. 

Speak of the devil. There he was.

Silas smirked back and waved, "Attic is open. Pest problem. We can see if something is up there later. Currently looking at this old hag's collection of art here in the hall. Mizty could be a photographer or painter, so I've been looking at and under the frames..." His expression turned into a slight grimace. "They could also be a sculpture..." And there were hundreds of tiny little knick-knacks that littered shelves to inspect. "Have you found the bedroom? Might be worth looking at clothing tags and perfume bottles as well. If Mitzy isn't some obscure brand, we might be stuck looking for letters or other correspondence that detail what it could be. Or perhaps a pokecenter bill for microchipping a pet pokemon." 

This house was a goldmine...and an absolute headache at the same time. They could pocket gems all they liked but without Mitzy, this gig was a bust.

Before he could continue, pokemon lurched towards them, likely in defense of their sleeping master. Silas swore and stepped back as the pokemon wedged between he and Caribes, facing off with them.

"Scout, use confusion on that fat feline until it stops being a nuisance!" The Chimecho made an agreeable sound before floating over to the purugly and doing just that. The walls rattled a bit as it tried to grab the feline and smack it into its surroundings a few times.

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Word Count: 401 | OOC:

Prolly gonna get fake out'd, so confusion x2 if mods let me. xD

MOD NOTE: Silas and Caribes are on a TR mission looking for 'Mitzy' in Delores' house. Neither know what Mitzy is. It is left to mod discretion if it is a pokemon or an item or even valuable at all! Mitzy could be a painting, a dress or a favorite cookie recipe. Sky is the limit.

[Tiki]

Where could this Mitzy thing be? And what was this Mitzy thing? Caribes had already checked the attic, and then the old woman's room, but none of these were giving clues as to what or where the Mitzy was. Perhaps, he'll just have to be persistent and keep looking!

The attic resident thought it had the human cornered, but instead the opponent made an uncanny noise. That didn't sounded like a chirp, a caw, or a squawk. Whatever sound that came from this beaked and feathery Pokemon, startled the Noctowl just a little bit, and the Noctowl cooed as an ominous warning. The white foreign avian heard Caribes's command, and grabbed an old rotary phone to hurl at the Noctowl. The bird dodged by glowing its eyes, and then telekinetically grab onto the phone instead.

Usually, the Noctowl would use its psychic power to telekinetically play around with intruders who dared to get close to it. However, this bird was just getting an upper hand or something, and this can't be right! It couldn't figure out what was off about this dang bird!

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Fagin Big Pecks Level 15 SP34 50/50	Weather: Clear	Noctowl Insomnia Level 20 SP39 76/76
Used Rock Throw! It missed! 2bCJ8S5kp_1-100	Up in the Attic	Used Confusion! Fagin is immune! p_1-16p_1-100

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Scout rang his head-bell as he flew over toward the real king? or queen of the house. The Purugly meowed aggressively and slapped the mojo out of the Chimecho. The psychic type was briefly flinched, as he was smacked and needed some time to fine tune his bearing.

Then, the normal type seized the opportunity to leap right in front of the Chimecho with glowing eyes of subtle hypnosis to lure the swaying Chimecho to sleep. How dare this floating disturbance made the belly rub servant go to bed early! However, the sound of the Pokemon cooing upstairs jolted the Chimecho awake! The psychic type glowed his eyes to lift the Purugly a bit, and then dropped it on the hard floors. The cat yelped in pain from its precious skin touching the cool ground floor with a smack.

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Scout Level 19 Levitate SP35 55/63 87%	Weather: Clear	Level 17 Own Tempo SP48 38/56 68%
Flinched! Used Confusion! p_1-16p_1-100	Downstairs	Used Fake Out! p_1-16 Used Hypnosis! p_1-100 It missed!

SPOILER: Click to show

Is Mitzy one of the jewelry on the bed? 1 is yes p_1-2
Is Mitzy on Delores herself? 1 is yes p_1-2
Is Mitzy downstairs? 1 is yes p_1-2
is Mitzy in another room? 1 is yes p_1-2
How many "turns" is Delores sleeping? +2 for being old p_1-5 FOUR! Three "turns" left.

OOC:
i guess I have officially reserved this thread, but other mods are welcomed to PM me if you wanna jump in!1-100·1-16·1-100·1-16·1-100·1-16·1-100·1-2·1-2·1-2·1-2·1-5

[Caramell 🍬]

Caribes had no doubt about their friend’s capabilities. Silas remained smart with a level head on their shoulders and an uncanny ability to work well under pressure. Though there were plenty of times such pressure was pushed to its upper limits, lending to the strange disappearance of a now seemingly forgotten electrician – or whatever it was he did – Silas still kept himself well-put together. Caribes wouldn’t be surprised to see Silas become an Admin within the organization one day after Caribes, themselves, managed the feat once more.

“I’ve found some deeds and wills.” Caribes made a motion with one hand, pulling some of the collections from their pockets out to pass over to Silas. Whether they were worth clinging onto or not might be lent by Silas’ own admission. Still yet, the cream of the crop, were valuables that many underlings would easily gravitate to. There would be no denying their entrance and escape, once all was said and done. Caribes held no pretend need to not pilfer this rather pathetic state of affairs dry. “Also plenty of precious jewelry. The old hag has managed to keep – and not clean – several pieces of clothing in several rooms. And some safes lock away some of the most useless things. While she leaves some valuable items out in the open.” They shrugged.

Caribes would pull out some rings, earrings, necklaces, and bracelets. Not only did some have large diamond rocks encased in their precious gold and silver strands. Some held even rarer rocks and precious stones such as the rarest of them all, Painite and Tanzanite. Still, some of the more popular pieces that weren’t quite as hard to find, like the brilliant red rubies and lush green emeralds glittered amongst the heap. Caribes worked quickly at surveying their tiny scribbles, hoping to spot a ‘Mitzi’ amongst the heap. It would be their sort of luck that they were after something as mundane as a stupid earring set, though if it was the Painite ring they’d managed to find, Caribes could understand.

Fagin missed the large owl by a mile from where Caribes stood. Anything short of success was an utter failure that the elderly gent simply couldn’t tolerate all that well. “Fagin, how did you miss them? They’re right there in front of your face. Now, you better try that again and you’d better not miss this time!” Caribes flared their nostrils with a snap of their fingers and commanded. On their trainer’s orders, Fagin immediately collected up more random objects that looked like they might hurt and tried to hurl them after Noctowl, hopeful to knock the other Pokemon out.


OOC: We can x2 since it's more like 2 separate battles?! o.o If so, x2 Rock Throw, please. ^^ *This should be if the mod can handle it though, as a note for future threads. As essentially it's the same reason we generally don't allow in doubles, etc, and could be a lot to ask of the mod.

^{Words: 443 | Caribes - Orla}

[Pixel]

Nothing. Nothing. Nothing! None of these paintings or odd little collectibles had any indication of being 'Mitzy'. He supposed he could investigate the pokemon when they were knocked out to see if they wore a collar with that name of the tag, but surely the Admins at Team Rocket didn't send them on a mission to bring home some underleveled Purugly or some common noctowl. If it was a pokemon, surely it would be rare!

"Keep at it," he commanded Scout, reaching one of many doors lining the hallway and opening it as he navigated the endless hoard of art on the walls. Silas peered inside. A storage room? How much junk did this lady have? He flicked on the lights to see sparkling dresses from a long-passed era that were perfectly preserved in plastic. There were plastic bins neatly labeled on racks—crafting supplies, Christmas decorations, shoes. So many shoes. 

He started looking at the tags on the dresses and even glanced at the inside of the shoes.

Maybe Mitzy was a designer?

Silas opened up a box to reveal books. He grimaced as he pulled out a few. Romances and recipes—was it possible Mitzy was an author? 

Stupid assignment and stupid bosses. He was going to throttle whoever gave them this assignment with Mitzy whenever they found it! He peeked back into the hallway just to make sure Delores was still asleep. Not that she was doing much now that she was zip-tied in the hallway. 

"I've noticed the same thing," Silas called back to Caribes. "Some of this art has signatures from at least somewhat notable painters but others are just random prints from nobodies. She keeps plastic snowglobes next to hand carved Mammoswine ivory. This room over here is another storage closet—dresses and shoes that look like they could have been worn to fancy parties, and a bunch of books. I'd reason to bet that there's probably letters and the like in there too."

They could, of course, rob the old lady blind, but their bosses would be unimpressed if they didn't find the one thing they were after in this well-organized hoard.

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Word Count: 000 | OOC:

Confusion

[Tiki]

"Who are you and what are you doing here?" The Noctowl cooed authoritatively at the Bombirdier intruder, who had interrupted its peaceful home of the attic. Its eyes glowed bright as it enacted a Reflect to hamper the damage the other flying type would have hurled at it.

Fagin grabbed an old timey toaster that looked like a strange contraption, and hurled it at the attic guardian. Then, the Noctowl's eyes glowed a dark purple as it used the shadows created in the dimly lit attic to strike at the Fagin. This time, the bird's talons picked up a relic hair dryer at the Noctowl. All the things Fagin was throwing shook up dust clouds in the room.

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Fagin Big Pecks Level 15 SP34 30/50 60%	Weather: Clear, starting to be dusty	Noctowl Insomnia Level 20 SP39 54/76 71% Reflect (2/5)
Used Rock Throw! xC_TL8bxp_1-100p_1-16 Used Rock Throw! p_1-100p_1-16	Up in the Attic	Used Reflect! Used Night Shade!

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"Be gone! You annoying alarm clock!" The Purugly growled rudely at the Chimecho, who was swaying in the air nonchalantly. The psychic type simply responded by telekinetically picked up that lazy kind of the house and tried spinning it in the air. However, it wasn't enough to confuse the feline, if it could even be confused. 

As the two humans started thinking on their feet what a Mitzy was, they've noticed the house had a various objects from name brands to nobody brands, and from decades old to modern. This woman's hoarding or historical inclined tendencies were a mystery. Would they be able to find it? Would they be successful in finding it before Delores wakes up? Or if the Pokemon dwelling Pokemon beat up their own Pokemon?

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Scout Level 19 Levitate SP35 55/63 87% Atk -1	Weather: Clear	Level 17 Own Tempo SP48 18/56 32%
Used Confusion! p_1-16	Downstairs	Used Growl!

OOC:
Delores sleeping two turns left!

i guess I have officially reserved this thread, but other mods are welcomed to PM me if you wanna jump in!

I notice both echoed voice and Night shade can hit kinda hard. gonna quietly switch "echoed voice" to peck...

Is Mitzy in the storage room Silas is in? 1 is yes p_1-2
Is Mitzy on a clothes in the closet? 1 is yes p_1-21-100·1-16·1-100·1-16·1-100·1-16·1-100·1-2·1-2·1-2·1-2·1-5

[Caramell 🍬]

Delores house was a strange entrapment for nearly anything managing to cross over the threshold of her house. There were letters from decades past, both from companies and with statements that could no longer be of importance, and handwritten from dear friends whose status whether they were still living remained a mystery in itself. Some were carefully packed away or placed with loving care in a collection of paperwork that must mean something to her, while others scattered the floor underfoot with little regard.

“She’d a hoarder.” The words were too easy to give, to noticeable not to be the truth. The way valuable prints layered the walls next to nothings, with some still leaning against the wall on the floor not quite hung up and others covered in ancient stains Delores never bothered to get completely out. There remained among the heap of some precious photographs one of her smiling next to a strange man whose presence would not be found within the home, with two young girls clinging onto their legs.

They were a happy family. Whatever happened to that moment – beyond the death certificate presumably for the man – who knew. There were other photographs of similar portrayals, sometimes with the same two girls, sometimes with other kids instead, and more often than not with new men in the picture who seemed just as ecstatic as the last. When Caribes stumbled upon a court ordered document of a lost custody battle over one of the girls, the picture widened just a bit more. “Or a mental case.” He scoffed, crumbling it up and tossing it to the side.

Fagin remained undeterred. Noctowl was a bothersome maggot whose insistence in the moment was simply a minor setback to be expelled from Fagin’s sight. The stork’s long beak parted only issuing a strange cackle that roared to life from his throat. “Who am I?!” Fagin snapped back sarcastically, fluffing up his wings with an almost deranged look. He used the ‘cloth-like’ fold of feathers to gather more strange, old relics from the surrounding area. “I wonder who are you? No birdie, right? No birdie important!” Fagin hissed with a loud, raucous laugh, as he tossed more stuff at Noctowl.


OOC: Fagin uses Rock Throw.

^{Words: 373 | Caribes - Fagin}

[Pixel]

"Hoarder or mental case, both are reasonable assumptions," Silas echoed. As Caribes rummaged through more documents and photographs, Silas started to move things around, examining tags and unzipping garment bags to look for stitching or engravings on the items within. Shoes, dresses, necklaces—he looked them all over to find a hint. He didn't feel like moving heavy boxes right now, as sorting through all of those books sounded like a nightmare. 

Violet eyes searched for anything sparkling or interesting. A broach. An especially well-crafted purse. A pair of shoes still wrapped in paper. 

His elbow knocked against a box and it clinked, filling the room with the faint smell of something floral. His brow furrowed and he opened it out of curiosity, realizing instantly it was full of decorative perfume bottles. Most were empty—thank arceus—but the one he tipped still had a little left inside apparently. It was a green glass thing in the shape of a roselia. The kind of thing little old ladies would go gaga over and their grandchildren sighed about when their gran passed and they had to parse through the collection of pretty but useless baubles. 

After rummaging for a while and finding nothing more exciting than expired fragrances imported from Kalos forty years ago—he gave up on that endeavor to once more start shuffling through clothes. Man did the lady have a lot of them. 

As he rummaged, he swiped sparklies of interest—pearls, gems, glass, silver, gold. He could look them over better with proper lighting when he wasn't wedged into a closet, awkwardly pouring over tags in hopes of spotting a name. About then he found the first men's suit tucked away behind the mountain of memories. 

"Well well, this is a nice watch. Delores might have married into money," Silas said. "I don't know much about women's clothing, but this thing here, with a little polish and some winding, is easily the annual salary of some nobody hick in a small town like this." Out of the suit pocket and into his own pocket, thank you very much. "I think grey number this would fit you too." Silas don't get distracted by the clothes, you city boy. He kept rummaging.

Out in the hall, Scout kept bobbing and weaving and getting smacked by feline paws.

<I'm not an alarm clock! Maybe you should go back to your nap!> Scout suggested, using confusion again to push the purugly away.

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Word Count: 411 | OOC:

Confusion

[Tiki]

"You're trying to be smart? Fine, if you don't answer, then I will just start forcing you to leave!" The Noctowl cawed angrily as Fagin's response annoyed it further. Flying forward, it slapped whatever the Bombirdier was originally grabbing, and then pecked his torso with its sharp beak. It wasn't painfully sharp and powerful, but it was enough to inflict pain.

The white feathered avian then grabbed a dusty, rusted, decently burnt oven pan and flung it at the aggressive attic sitter. However, thanks to the Reflect put up earlier, the Noctowl wasn't hurt as much.

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Fagin Big Pecks Level 15 SP34 21/50 42%	Weather: Clear, getting dusty	Noctowl Insomnia Level 20 SP39 45/76 59% Reflect (3/5)
Used Rock Throw! t7pdewVOp_1-16	Up in the Attic	Used Peck! p_1-16

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Scout Level 19 Levitate SP35 46/63 73% Atk -1	Weather: Clear	Level 17 Own Tempo SP48 0/56 0%
Used Confusion! p_1-16	Downstairs	Used Aerial Ace! p_1-16

Scout +2 levels, now Level 21
+2 happiness, now +14

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"No! I can't go back to sleep. You're the one keeping me awake! How about you go away first!" The Purugly replied sharply, scorning the psychic type whose head would ring every now and then from movement alone. Then, the feline, despite its appearance, nimbly moved across the room to slam onto Scout. The annoyed-- or annoying-- psychic type returned by telekinetically lifting and then dropping the cat once again. Purugly groaned as its claws scratched the floor, and scuttled on the ground to run away somewhere else in a different room.

Silas continued to pour and to investigate over the articles of clothing in the storage closet. There were many clothes left in this room. Some looked like Delores no longer wear, some looked like not even the type of clothes she would wear in first sight--perhaps her children or in-laws, some looked like clothes from her previous generations, and some clothes would raise questions on how they ended in her residence. Some clothes were nicely and neatly folded on a rack until Silas would look for the brand name. Some, were still perfectly inside the boxes they came from, as if unopened, a gift intended for someone else, but forgotten or missed the opportunity.

Besides clothes, there were boxed up shoes, boxed up jewelry that looked like they hadn't been opened, unlike the ones in her bedroom. Some of the clothes still have accessories attached to them. Given how much Silas and Caribes had searched portions of the house, they were either really close or not that close, from finding the mysterious Mitzy. 

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SPOILER: Click to show

How many clothes are in this closet p_1-100
Had Silas seen the clothes already with Mitzy? any number below the one above p_1-100 no. Maybe next post~
is the clothes/accessories (with Mitzy jewelry) folded or hang? 1 is folded p_1-2
Is the clothes/acccessories (with Mitzy jewelry) inside a box or out in the closet? 1 is inside box p_1-2
We're getting close to reveal what mitzy is

Delores one turn left of sleep

OOC: accidentally made Noctowl a staller1-16·1-16·1-16·1-16·1-100·1-100·1-2·1-2

[Caramell 🍬]

Fagin landed on the dusty attic floor with a tilt of his head. The wild avian before him seemed a bit dense in the head for the strange stork’s liking. He turned his head towards one of his wings while lifting it out wide at his side and began to peck a few of his loose feathers free, casting them onto the ground below. “Am I not smart?” Fagin asked, pulling his head back with a certain twinkle in his eye. “Or are you not dense?” He hummed underneath his voice.

Caribes groaned in annoyance, carefully checking the tags of some old clothes who weren’t taken the best care of. The dust that permeated the room, slowly building as the battle continued, clung to the outfits in thick layers and obfuscated their original beauty. Though many of the tags held some important names like Saint Lotad and Alexander McVespiquen, they were far beyond their use for resell without lots of careful love to restore them back to their former glory. Still, alongside these reputable names were such names as Terrakion & Sky and Tympole & Truveant, which were some bottom of the barrel brands from large discount stores.

“Married into money?!” Caribes called out, poking their head through the door to be sure that they heard their newfound friend correctly. That wasn’t too strange. And if things didn’t work out well for her with her rich husband, it might explain why everything went to shit afterwards and why there were some less than stellar brands alongside her expensive collection pieces. “I think you’re right. There’s so much value in these old collection pieces, but also so much trash!” They hummed thoughtfully.

“Though, it looks like there was trouble in paradise quite a few times for her! Some of these brands are worth thousands, some aren’t even worth a Pokedollar at best.” Caribes snickered. As his trainer picked on Delores’ tastes and lack of skill for upkeep, Fagin turned back to the battle-at-hand. He immediately picked up more heavy objects that he would use to try and sling at his opponent. Hopefully, he’d take a good chunk out of the mouthy little Noctowl who thought that it could just force Fagin to do anything Fagin didn’t already want to do.


OOC: Fagin uses Rock Throw.

^{Words: 382 | Caribes - Fagin}

[Pixel]

With the Purugly run off, Scout turned his attention to the little old lady that was starting to rouse. He drifted closer, practically cuddling up to the woman like an affectionate pet, ready to yawn her again when she roused from her slumber. He could still hear Fagin battling the noctowl, though he didn't leap in to help unless the ornery bird requested it. His ribbon tail twitched. He was on watch like a good little scout. There were pokemon in the attic that he needed to be on alert for in case one scurried down and caused a scene. He couldn't have anything waking up the old lady!

As Scout dedicated himself to watch duty, Silas kept pocketing what he found interesting. He even grabbed a luggage bag that was stowed away in her and started to dump things in it that he thought were interesting or valuable that the old lady wouldn't notice was missing. Men's suits, unopened boxes of jewelry, items with tags from luxury brands that were all stored in the back of this closet collecting dust. Honestly, he was doing her a favor by taking her stuff. 

Call it a late spring cleaning.

"Trouble in paradise? That does make sense. If she married well and couldn't manage money because of what is obviously a shopping addiction, then she probably had to switch over to buying cheap garbage until she found a new source of income. Wonder if she remarried a few times to support her bad habit? Would explain these very different styles of men's clothes in here. I can't imagine the same man that wore these luxury suits was the same one that decided he was a lumber jack. Did she purposefully make a shrine to him in here? There's a wood-cutting axe, some ratty work boots, a plaid flannel and some blue jeans that look like the dirt is woven into the denim,"

Silas was happy to criticize Delores as well as he worked.

He grabbed one of the fancy clothing boxes. He revealed pristine shoes in one, and a glittering dress that looked like it was covered in tiny crystals in another. A few had matching jewelry laid on top of the dresses—perhaps an outfit once worn but put away neatly, never to see the light of day again because a lady isn't seen in the same outfit twice?

Silas kept checking tags and engravings.

Nothing was safe, be it folded neatly on a shelf, or packed in a box. Even if none of it was Mitzy, it was too valuable to ignore. Anything that looked like it was worth stealing, he put in his pockets or placed into the luggage bag, 

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Word Count: 451 | OOC:

Using yawn on the old lady again.
I suppose I am alert to any 'pests' that come down from the attic as Caribes battles notcowl?

More Mitzy hunting.

[Tiki]

"You're not smart." The Noctowl bluntly and sharply replied. Then, the flying Pokemon stared straight at the Bombirdier and then gave it another pecking attack. Fagin had panted as his health was near the end. However, he managed to pick up several old timey cooking supplies like strainer, ladle, mixing bowl, and tong at the opponent. The brown bird dodged some of them, but was smacked by the mixing bowl.

The battle had stirred up some more dust in the attic, and the vision field was starting to get difficult for both of them as the dust cloud thickens for them both.

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Fagin Big Pecks Level 15 SP34 11/50 22%	Weather: Clear, quite dusty Next turn both -10% ACC like sand attack	Noctowl Insomnia Level 20 SP39 34/76 45% Reflect (4/5)
Used Rock Throw! Tt7FaqL2p_1-16	Up in the Attic	Used Peck! p_1-16

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As Silas continued to look through boxes for the mysterious Mitzy, he would find himself a small box with the word Mitzy in some fancy shiny font. The box looked mostly pristine and unopened. Inside was a circular jewelry meant to be put on the human body, and upon closer inspection, it would be too small for the neck. Perhaps it was a bracelet or wrist accessory, but then there was a picture of the jewelry on a model's ankle. This must be the strange Mitzy that their bosses sent them to obtain. Now what would the criminal partners do?

OOC:
not rolling another mon until Cara finish hers

Did Silas find the Mitzy? p_1-100 p_1-100 p_1-100
what jewelry is mitzy for body part p_1-5 Feet....
It's an Anklet!
what gemstones? p_1-10 Garnet!1-16·1-16·1-100·1-100·1-100·1-5·1-10